The good ending: Part Two

There was a pregnant pause as you and your crush stared at each other, until Miranda sighed. "You're such a crazy slut," she side-eyed her friend on the floor. "Thanks," Sarah laughed, still unabashedly staring at you both, waiting for her show to begin. The two of you went back to staring at each other, your eyes wordlessly exploring each others bodies. As your eyes were drawn intractably to the sweet and tempting wetness between her legs, hers were brought repeatedly to your throbbing and masculine manhood. The silence between you was impenetrable, save for the steady drumming of rainfall from the showerhead.

"Fuck," Miranda exhaled, bringing her gaze up from your stiff member to meet your eyes instead. "I don't care what Sarah sees, John," she murmured, "I just need your dick right now." Her words trailed off into a breathy whisper towards the end, but you still heard her clearly, and you couldn't have agreed more. The whole world could have been watching and that still wouldn't stop you from making passionate love to Miranda. Without hesitation you practically leapt across the shower and into her arms, your soapy body pressing against hers as your lips met. Through enthusiasm, you pushed her a step backwards, until her shoulders collided with the shower wall.

She groaned exquisitely and sunk her nails into your shoulders as the cold from the tile shot through her, her eyes nearly rolling back in her head. Despite that, she didn't try and move away or escape from your grip. She just kissed you harder instead, while her hands groped down your sudsy body toward her goal. Your cock was between your body and hers, pressing eagerly up against her stomach and smearing it with precum and soap. When Miranda's nimble fingers found it, she pumped it clumsily, like she couldn't resist playing with it.

That rough handjob made it your turn to groan, and gave you permission to grope her back. You filled one palm with her cute bubble butt, dominantly palming her ass like you had often dreamt of whilst she walked past you. Your other hand squeezed the soft flesh of her 36C breast, her hard nipple grazing against your palm. While you groped her like a piece of meat, Miranda **** your dick down, tracing your tip through her soft wet bush.

Without looking, she pushed you between her legs, the head of your cock brushing intimately over the folds of her pussy as she maneuvered you into position. As soon as you felt your tip line up with a hot and wet hole, you couldn't hesitate. Your hips surged forward, sinking your cock into your crush's pussy in one deep thrust that nearly lifted her off her feet. "Fuck, John. You're an animal," Miranda panted as the two of you stood still for a moment, allowing your cock and her pussy to get to know each other.

She might have been a little tighter than Sarah, but she was equally wet, her body providing plenty of lubrication to allow it to take the dick it so desperately needed. From the corner of your eye you saw Sarah playing with her own wet pussy, shamelessly enjoying the view of you balls deep in her best friend. When you began to move Miranda kissed you again, her hot moans muffled by your lips as you slowly fucked her. You fucked her gently at first, rocking your hips in small circles as you loosened her up, but soon you began to try and fuck her harder.

"Try" being the operative word. To penetrate Miranda you had had to stoop a little, bending your knees to give your cock the proper angle to slide into her. Which meant now that the strength of your thrusts was stymied by the awkward angle you had to take, like a hairpin turn slowing down a racecar.

If she was just a bit higher up you could fuck her so much harder. Glancing around for something to use for leverage, your eyes caught on the polished radiator/towel rack. Parallel metal bars, like rungs on a ladder, ran up to just higher than your head. “Perfect,” you thought, turning your attention back to your crush. Bracing your legs wide apart, you slid your hands under her ass and hoisted her into the air. Her eyes went wide as her feet left the ground, and her arms wrapped instinctively around your neck. She was a little heavier than you’d expected, but your lust gave you strength to hold her up, your cock still buried inside her.

You were vaguely aware of Sarah playing with herself faster, as you carry-fucked Miranda out of the shower and over to the towel rack. Despite being almost powerless in the air, Miranda still did her best to bounce as much as she could, her **** arousal forcing her to hump against you. When you backed her up against the towel rack she seemed to understand what you wanted, reaching over head head to hold on to the top most bar without a word.

"Hold on tight," you grunted to her. Taking her ample hips in each hand, you slammed your cock into her even more forcefully than the first time, driving the air from her lungs in a gasp of ecstasy. You began to pound her the way you had always dreamt of, hard and fast, while all she could do was hang on for the ride. Judging from the way her long legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you even deeper in, Miranda didn't object to being used roughly like this.

With her arms preoccupied, her 36C breasts were left completely uncontrolled, bouncing hypnotically with your every wild thrust. That sight, and Miranda's rippling pussy, made your balls churn. You could only hope that the way she was moaning with every thrust meant that she was nearing her own climax. Gritting your teeth, you refocused your efforts on fucking her, determination to make your crush come egging you on. "John Doe did it, why can't you?" A weaselly part of your brain whispered, causing you to dig your fingers deeper into the soft flesh of Miranda's ass. You would make Miranda cum before you did, if it killed you.

While still plowing her as hard as you could, you shifted her weight over to one arm. You had to sling your right hand underneath her to do it, but you managed to free up your left at the expense of some added strain on your shoulders. With your left hand you reached between your body and hers, caressing down her smooth stomach to just above where you entered her. When your leading thumb brushed over her clitoral hood, Miranda bit her lip and shivered, signaling to you even without looking that you had reached your target.

Clumsily, your attention and strength pulled in different directions, you began to play with her love button. First you strummed at it with only your thumb, before bringing your fingers down to push back that sensitive nub's protective tissue. When your fingers touched her clit directly, Miranda almost yelled and her body spasmed like she had been struck by lightning. Her reaction was so shocking that you pulled your hand back and looked at her, to check she was alright. When you saw pure lust in her half-lidded eyes, you pressed forward again.

Teasing Miranda's clit came to occupy at least half your attention, your hips moving on autopilot in and out of her as you fought to keep your orgasm at bay. Miranda's intensifying moans of pleasure were making it even more difficult to hold your load, but you knew that if you could last just a little longer you could make your crush come first. Redoubling your efforts on her clit, you flicked that sensitive button until your fingers got sore. Miranda's moaning got louder, reverberating in the tiled space, until it reached a sudden crescendo.

"Catch me! Catch me!" Miranda shouted, the last coherent words she squeezed out her lips before descending into wailing oblivion. As she came her already waning grip on the bar of the towel rack slipped further, and she almost fell. It was only by pinning her against the wall, and hilting your cock in her to it's maximum, that you were able to catch her. With her body pressed between yours and the wall like this, you could admire her sweet face up close as it was twisted by orgasm. Her mouth hung sluttily open, her eyes were screwed up tight, and her cheeks were so red it was like they'd been slapped.

Pinning her to the wall like this meant you couldn't thrust again, so you simply held tight through her climax. As she shuddered in your arms you took the opportunity to pepper delicate kisses along her neck, while trying to ignore the feeling of your cock nearly bursting her her twitching cunt. Slowly, her orgasm began to subside, and you found yourself faced by the conundrum of what to do with her now. She was nearly limp in your arms, clearly in no state for fucking right now as much as you wanted to, and her trembling arms wrapped loosely around your neck would certainly be too weak to take her weight again.

That meant the only option was to put her down like you had done with Sarah. Two girls in one night, fucked until they couldn't stand. You should be proud, even if someone else had gotten them started. As gently as you could, you lowered Miranda to the ground, your throbbing cock slipping free of her tight pussy with a deluge of girlcum. You looked down on her, both of you panting, as you wondered how you were going to finish yourself off now. Straightening up, you rested one hand on your hip and ran the other through your hair as you thought.

Sarah's hand wrapped around your cock faster than you could think. Cackling in your ear, she pumped her hand rapidly up and down your slick shaft, until you burst like a firehose becoming unblocked. All you could do was grunt deeply and try to stay on your feet as Sarah used you like a water pistol to spray her friend. Miranda was still too weak from her orgasm to move, instead she just sat there and took it. Her eyes that you had stared at for hours fluttered shut as your cum landed over them, her lips you had just kissed were welded closed by thick ropes, and overall her pretty face was turned into a portrait of a slut. Your emptying balls painted her with cum like a Jackson Pollock painting

You were completely at Sarah's mercy as she finished off your pent up cock, even going so far as to reach her other hand around you to play with your heavy balls. Like a master, she milked your full testes dry, not stopping even as your spurts lost power and stopped reaching Miranda. She didn't care as your leaking cum spilled over her fingers and dripped down your cock, making you both into a sticky mess. She only laughed in your ear and nibbled on your neck as the last drops of your cum oozed on to her soft hands.

"Filthy boy," she whispered into your ear, before pulling you back into the shower. There, she set to work getting clean once again. The cum on her hands washed off quickly in the hot water, and once that was done she turned her attention on to you. Under the guise of "cleaning" she grabbed your limp cock and stroked it like she was milking an udder, making you gasp unpleasantly from the sensation. She squeezed out one or two more drops of cum before she stopped, laughing at the grimace on your face. "Oh, but I thought you liked it when I did it earlier?" She chuckled in your ear, mercifully releasing your dick.

With that done, Sarah pushed you out of the shower again. Like a lost animal, you followed her and obeyed, still too stupefied to do anything else. Reaching over her friend, who still sat with her back to the radiator and her face covered in cum, Sarah grabbed a towel. First, she sponged the water off herself, the fluffy cotton hugging her curves beautifully, before turning her attention once more to you. All you had to do was stand there as she sponged you down, pampering your body with gentle pats of the towel. When it came to your dick and balls, she was a little more thorough, wrapping the towel around them with a wry smile and making sure not a drop of moisture remained. At least she was less rough than she had been in the shower, and the sensation remained pleasant rather than too intense. Once you were both dry, Sarah put the towel back, and turned her attention to Miranda, who had your cum dripping off her chin to land on her 36C breasts.

"There, now you can have your shower by yourself," Sarah laughed, before leading you still in a daze out into the hallway. "W-where are we going?" You asked blearily, feeling drained like you had just woken up. "To bed," Sarah explained with a smile, tugging you along by the hand. "But, your bedroom's over there?" You asked, your mind numbing ejaculation making you even more confused. "I know, but that bedroom's occupied, remember?" Sarah said, reminding you that Tom's **** body would probably still be led there.

With no further argument, you followed Sarah into a spare bedroom. Wordlessly, you got into bed beside her, the both of you still naked. As you pulled the covers up to your chest, you quickly realized how tired you were. Your adrenaline had left you drained, and Miranda and Sarah draining you in the shower had only made that worse. Now, you could barely keep your eyes open for another second. You were nearly asleep when Miranda came to join you, slinking across the darkened room to creep into bed on your other side. The thought of being naked in bed with your crush and another beautiful woman should have reinvigorated you, but you were so tired that you simply passed out with the two of them cuddled up to your flanks.

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